When I started the book I’m referring to I felt it was not my kind of read pretty much from the very beginning: it was doing nothing for me. I didn’t want to quit, though, and kept thinking, what if the next page, chapter…brings some kind of revelation?

“…if you give up on a book the minute you don’t like a character, twig a plot development, see quite where the author’s going with it all, have a sudden yen for a game of Candy Crush – then you’re going to miss out.”

— Alex Clark, writer and literary critic

The revelation never happened. I finished the book, and I felt two things: relief, because I was finally done with it, and regret, because I could have spent my time differently. Not once since I closed the book have I thought about the story, the characters…

Catch you off guard they will—do not repose!—
the pseudo truths that with a pleasant smile
mix their false righteousness with a large dose
of sugarcoated horrors, all the while
destroying those who have the courage to
refuse to drink their poison. This is it:
the sacred curtain has been torn in two,
Heaven awaits, so does the fiery pit.
“Choose you this day whom ye will serve” and fight
for what is worthy, beautiful. Defend,
my Soul, at all costs what is just and right,
never expect this deadly fight to end.
The Evil’s strong, the roots are running deep.
Behold: the brutal winds green valleys sweep.

They were white, hence inherently evil. They were male, hence toxic. They were Catholic, hence demonic. They were at The March for Life, hence they were haters. They wore MAGA hats, hence they were fascists, and racists.

And they were vulnerable, because they were teens.

So grownups taught them a lesson.

Harassed them, threw racial slurs at them, black adults taunted a black boy for being there with his friends that happened to be white.

Then another brave grownup put himself on the line. The adults were clearly “prey” and had to be protected from the “beast” — the children.

So he forced his way into the boys’ group, singled one of them out, and got inches away from his face, all the time banging on his drum.

The full video, mind you, not the snippets that were originally shown. The unabridged, unedited versions that emerged later. The ones YouTube began efficiently deleting. The ones that clearly showed who was targeted, what the chants were, etc.

The mainstream media obviously hasn’t seen them. We should bring the news to the MSM. You think they’ll be interested? Or are they too busy keeping up the narrative, and destroying kids’ lives while they’re at it?

So many jumped on the MSM bandwagon yesterday.

So many were quick to condemn, relying solely on what the MSM chose to tell us. We are better than this. We know better. When we’re given all the facts, we can figure things out. But giving us all the facts is not on the MSM’s agenda.

Take advantage of the Internet, Facebook and YouTube, before they’re censored to pieces. Gather information, facts, and draw your own conclusions. Don’t be played. Because it’s our children’s lives that are at stake.